thursday

i wouldn't say that i'm *down* with the sickness, per se... but that we're more than acquaintances as of late.
hocked up a load of lung butter the other day only to come across it's dried and shriveled corpse later. sick.
hell, i'll sign it and send it to anyone if they're that excited about it (JUST KIDDING).
on more assignment to go in metalsmithing and i couldn't give two shits about it. i'm so hot/cold with that class. i LOVE the art of it, but the teacher can be a real cunt...etc... needless to say, i'm doing it the fastest and easiest way possible. HA! *shakes fist* take that you east coast dwelling, funny-jaw talking, pretentious neenerhead!
weak sauce.
what can i say? i just don't have the best insults to fling. i usually envy those who can whip a barb back like it's nothing.
damn me for not being a sarcastic bitch.
i'll just have to settle for surly.